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Chapter 3

Vivian's POV

"Mason! Wake up! We have to go to school!" I yelled as I barged into Mason's room.

"Uggggghh," I heard him groan, and he sat up, shirtless. I tried, but I couldn't help it, I looked down and saw his six pack, and the way he looked tired but strong, it was…

"Hurry up," I said and hurried out of the room before he could notice that I was staring.

Fifteen minutes later I got us both into the car and we were on our way to school. We got there and again, the stares. Mason got out of the car looking as cool as always, what made him look even hotter was his leather jacket and his classic black shades. I know it was a basic fifties look but he pulled it off. And when we were in the fifties he pulled it off better than the other guys anyways. And as we were walking down the sidewalk, I couldn't help but feel jealous. But then again, I also felt relieved that I was standing next to him because then that showed the girls that he was taken, even though well… he wasn't.

Mason's POV

I felt my jealous streak as we walked down the sidewalk to go into the school. All the guys were staring at her. And today she put her hair up in a ponytail, showing her one piercing at the top of her left ear. And I was happy that we were walking together because it showed the guys that she's mine. And I couldn't help a sad smile at the irony that well… she wasn't.

Vivian's POV

We got inside the school meeting everybody at the entrance. Zaine and Kristen looked like they finally shared their feelings for each other. Because they were close, really close.

"So what happened with you guys," Mason asked, knowing the obvious.

"They're companions," Brooklyn piped in, and I laughed at her sudden outburst.

"Yah," Zaine said coolly and Kristen blushed.

"Figures," Mason said and everyone stared at him, but I only stared at him because I could without him not thinking I was weird. I knew exactly what he was saying.

"He means that ever since Kristen came along you guys were all googly eyes for each other," I said motioning to them both.

"Well what about you guys," Brooklyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'what about us'," I shot back.

"Well it's obvious that you guys like each other," Brooklyn said motioning to us.

Mason and I stared at each other for a moment and then back at the group. Then all at once we were both like, 'what?' 'Huh?' snort 'no', 'that's crazy,' and they all stared at us like we were crazy. Then finally we both stop, our voices kind of fading away. They all look at us for a moment and they all laugh.

"Hey!" I yell at them, "don't judge us!"

"Yah, we-we're just good friends. Rivals," Mason said trying to help me to get them to stop laughing.

"Whatever you gotta tell yourself," Chris said wiping his eyes.

"Hey, didn't you already say that when…" Mason was saying but then he stopped suddenly and I turn to him.

"When did he say that?" I asked looking at him raising my eyebrows.

"Um… well he said it yesterday when you were rearranging minds," He said, hesitant.

"And what were you guys talking about?" I asked.

He mumbled something and in return I asked him again, "That I was looking frustrated, that's it,"

"Why were you frustrated?"

"Well, I was thinking… about frustrating things," he said looking away.

"What kind of frustrating things!" I yelled wanting him to spit it out already.

"I was thinking about you!" he yelled and everyone in the hallway stopped and looked at us, "Ok, I was thinking about you, about us,"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Our… relationship. Like what am I to you," he asked looking away.

"What do you mean," I asked him, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Am I your enemy? Ally? Just a friend?" he asked, then he looked at me in the eyes "what am I?"

"You're…" I said but trailed off looking at everybody. Then finally, making a decision, I grabbed his hand and pulled him in the hallway, "come with me,"

I found an empty classroom in the west wing, the abandoned part of the school. And we both went into it.

"Why would you want to know?" I asked him closing the door.

"I… I don't know. Lately I've wondered. I mean since we met we've been together. Lived together even. But we never talked about if we were friends or anything," He said rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

I didn't say anything, just stared at him. Shocked. I've never seen him like this, he was surprisingly making my cheeks burn. And making my undead heart beat faster than ever. "Well… we're friends," I said not looking at him but looking out the window.

"I love you," I heard him say, looked at him, and he was staring at me.

"Wha-" I said but he interrupted.

"I can't be friends anymore, it's too hard. I can't stand sitting next to you and not being able to kiss you or hold you," he said serious, coming closer, "Or just saying goodnight, and that's it. I can't stand fighting with you because it's killing me. It hurts my heart knowing that I'm hurting yours. It hurts knowing that you go out with other guys…"

By now he was almost an inch from me and I could see the silver in his eyes. He leaned close and I let him. Our lips met and we both shared a deep kiss that lasted minutes. It would have lasted hours if he hadn't pulled back.

"I'll leave you alone while you think about it. I won't touch you and not pressure you about it. I'll wait, but we can't be friends anymore," He said then left the room. And I stood there, thinking about what just happened.

Okay, so Mason loves me, but do I love him? Somehow, a part of me wanted to go after him and scream that I did. But another part of me was saying to wait, that I had to have the upper hand. In the past I learned that if I didn't have the upper hand then they'd think that I was weak. A person who'd cry at any moment, who needed them. I knew that I did need Mason I couldn't admit it but I couldn't imagine my life without him. I needed Mason more than ever now that I knew that he wasn't going to talk to me as much as he used to.

To tell the truth I did love Mason, deeply so. I loved him so much that I couldn't stand it. The lurch my heart makes whenever I see him, the fact that I'm ready to blush even if he makes the slightest compliment to me. It only makes me want him more. But…

Before I could think anything else on the matter I quickly got up and left the room. I didn't go back to class though. Mason would be there. So I left the school and zoomed to a normal park and sat at one of the benches.

If I told Mason that I loved him and we dated. Would it end well? Or would it end up like all the other guys I dated? Then again I never really felt right with the others. I always thought it was because I was a vampire and they were human but I didn't love them either. In fact I only went out with them because I wanted to get rid of my feelings about Mason. Sometimes I would only date someone because Mason would be dating someone as well.

I put my hands on my head. How long is it going to take for me to think about this? I thought to myself. When will it end?

"You're really thinking about this aren't you?" I heard someone say behind me and I turn.

"Yah," I answered turning back.

"You love him and yet you're troubled," Brooklyn said sitting next to me.

"Yah," I said looking up at the sky.

"Why? Aren't you happy? Shouldn't you be kissing Mason right now? Maybe skipping school together?" I stared at her at the third one, "I know you're afraid that it won't turn out well but have you ever thought that maybe you guys are companions?"

"No. Definitely not," I said instantly.

"Think about it, how long have you guys been together?"

"I don't know, almost a century," I said, thinking about how we met in nineteen twenty.

"Exactly, and in between then and now, have you ever thought about another guy as much as you've thought about Mason?" She said raising an eyebrow.

"Well no but-"

"Then it's obvious that you love him, so go back to the school and tell him the truth," she said trying to push me off the bench.

"Brooklyn?" I said, not budging.

"What? I said to go back and-"

"How did you get so wise?" I said smiling. And she stopped pushing and stared, as if trying to remember.

"I don't know, I guess it's because you've helped me in the past and I want to return the favor,"

"Thanks," I said and got up and zoomed to the school, hoping he'd still be waiting.